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Great Expectations

‘I am serious,’ said Estella, not so much with a frown
(for her brow was smooth) as with a darkening of her face;
‘if we are to be thrown much together, you had better
believe it at once. No!’ imperiously stopping me as I

opened my lips. ‘I have not bestowed my tenderness
anywhere. I have never had any such thing.’
In another moment we were in the brewery so long
disused, and she pointed to the high gallery where I had
seen her going out on that same first day, and told me she
remembered to have been up there, and to have seen me
standing scared below. As my eyes followed her white
hand, again the same dim suggestion that I could not
possibly grasp, crossed me. My involuntary start
occasioned her to lay her hand upon my arm. Instantly the
ghost passed once more, and was gone.
What was it?
‘What is the matter?’ asked Estella. ‘Are you scared
again?’
‘I should be, if I believed what you said just now,’ I
replied, to turn it off.
‘Then you don’t? Very well. It is said, at any rate. Miss
Havisham will soon be expecting you at your old post,
though I think that might be laid aside now, with other
old belongings. Let us make one more round of the

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